Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: 478- Pain

Rafael Sinclair was staring at the small figure sleeping peacefully in bed. How her face resembled Marissa’s.

How she reminded him of Abigail, whom he lost many years ago and could never get out of regret. How he was supposed to protect his family but failed miserably.

Among all his kids, he had been closest to Abigail. It was never a secret in the family that he loved her the most.

Maybe it was because of the health problems she had been facing since birth. He exhaled before he moved the hair strand off her cheek and touched his index finger to her hair.

"Get a grip, Rafael," he warned himself and stepped back. The girl looked so drained and so frightened that he didn’t want to give her the impression that he was a creep.

He silently went out of the room and waved at Ragnar who was on night duty, "Can you serve me drinks at the poolside?"

The man saluted him, "Sure, Mr. Sinclair."

Rafael took the phone outside and thought of dialing Marissa’s number.

***

When Marissa Sinclair stepped inside the living room, she was met with an odd silence. She placed her purse and laptop bag on the Centre table and suppressed her yawn.

"Hello, madam," She spun around when she heard Ragnar’s voice behind her.

"Hey. Where is my husband?"

"Drinking at the poolside," he rolled his eyes, "Partying."

Marissa chuckled at his funny remark, and started walking in the direction where she could find her husband.

However, while passing by the guest room, she noticed a faint light coming out.

Who might be inside? She thought with a frown.

She was certain that nobody else was there in the house except Rafael and her. The kids were busy in school and university—none of them could be here.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. Her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, and that was when she saw someone sleeping in the bed.

The skin between her brows pinched a little more.

Strange!

She moved closer and was surprised to find the same girl from the boutique. That day, she tried to follow her, but before she could reach her, the girl had already fled. Even Alex had gone quiet after that incident. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

For a long moment, she stood there, looking at her face. She didn’t know what the girl was doing here. She tried to ignore the questions popping into her head.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she turned and left the room.

As expected, her handsome husband was outside, lounging on a recliner near the pool, holding a drink in his hand. He looked gorgeous, wearing only denim shorts.

When she set her foot there, Rafael Sinclair placed the glass down and got up. His arms were spreading out, and his eyes lit up as soon as he spotted her.

"Strawberry!"

Everyone in their close circle knew that he called her that, but none of them was aware of the reason.